Between The Stage Lights.

Lyric is eighteen years old, just having graduated form high school and being accepted into the college of her dreams- life is pretty rockin'. Matthew is twenty one, an uprising singer/songwriter, who just happens to move into a community in Rode Island. One freak occurrence brings them together, but if the paparazzi need a new star crossed lovers story, and fans don't accept what they think is a budding relation ship, will whatever is between the two last?


8. Matthew.

The TV show is almost over, I glance at the clock; eight thirty. I lean my head on the couch and close my eyes, I'm starting to consider falling asleep too. My arm drapes across the couch where Lyric is. I hope she won't mind.

She wakes up and I remove my arm from her. She looks up at me with big eyes and smiles. She sits up and stretches. "Sorry about falling asleep on you."

I smile, "No problem."

"What time is it?"

"Uh, eight thirty two."

She slowly nods to herself, then stands up. "Ok, thanks for dinner but I think I need to get home."

Well there goes falling asleep on the couch with her. I nod and stand up with a small laugh, "I figured. Well, let me walk you home.

She laughs, "I think I can walk a couple of feet by myself."

"But it's dark, you never know what kind of creeps will try and grab you." Then again, I may just grab her and have here watch a couple more episodes with me. I never realized how lonely I was.

She raises an eyebrow at me but sighs and I smile. I beat her to the door and open it for her. Once outside the cold, cold, air hits us and I can see a shiver run through her.

"I'm never going to get used to this," I comment, "I'm from Southern Texas."

"Really? Cool." she says.

Within the time of this conversation we're already at her house. She thanks me again for dinner and I hear myself ask for her number. She invites me inside and I'm a little awed at all of the art hanging on the walls. There's a music note where I would assume a signature would be so I'm pretty sure they're all Lyrics. She hands me a sticky note shaped like a paint pallet. I can't hide my smile at it.

I'm halfway out of her house when something pops into my mind, I turn back to her and give her a half smile. "Can I get a hug goodnight?"

She rolls her eyes and nods, she walks into my arms and I squeeze her a little tighter before I let go. She smiles up at me and I wave goodbye to her as I walk away.

I get back inside and sit back on the couch. Damn, I already miss her. This is just a little crush, I remind myself, in a little while you're going to be on tour and you'll have to say goodbye.

I fall asleep on the couch. 

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